Quotes About Loss

Be brave. It was the last thing she said to me in this world, and I wish I'd told her that her courage would always guide me.

Vianne sabía que Rachel no le estaba preguntando cómo esconderse en el granero, sino cómo podía seguir viviendo después de una pérdida así, cómo podía coger a un hijo y dejar marchar al otro, cómo podía seguir respirando después de haber susurrado «adiós».

Los recuerdos - incluso los más bellos - se desvanecen.

Rachel había estado a su lado mientras enterraban a cada uno de sus hijos. Ahora Vianne tenía que enterrar a la hija de su mejor amiga. La mejor amiga de su hija. ¿Qué clase de Dios misericordioso podía permitir algo así?

A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep in her bones.

For when you love, you stand to lose so much. But I think you stand to lose far more when your heart is closed. That is no life.

endless moments like this stretching before us. I loved him deeply, but I never really knew that every second we had together was a gift until he was gone.

I think its just human nature to wish that the people who are gone from our lives are going to come back.

Loss would forever be etched on the child like a tattoo; it might fade over time, but it would never be erased.

We all suffer losses. But it is how we choose to move ahead that matters, isn't it? We must honor the past without turning our backs on the future.

But I think that broken hearts heal. I think that perhaps the only way through that kind of pain is to move forward. I think that losing people you love changes you forever, but I think that God finds a way to let the light in.

Every time a good soul dies, I think the world gets a little darker.

For when you love, you stand to lose so much.

The sand in the hourglass is running out, flowing relentlessly toward the end. There's never enough time, not when a person has become a part of you.

They are erasing us, and we are helping them. "Because someone should remember. How else will they find their way home?

Where? Where did he go?" "East." Eva took a deep breath. "To a work camp called Auschwitz. In Poland." "But that's impossible. He was taken less than a week ago. And we live in France, Eva. This doesn't happen in France." "I'm afraid it does." Eva could see the crush of people penned up at Drancy each time she closed her eyes. "But we left Poland. We—we are French." "We are Jews.

I don't know much about these things. But I think that broken hearts heal. I think that perhaps the only way through that kind of pain is to move forward. I think that losing people you love changes you forever, but I think that God finds a way to let the light in.

One's reward for marching through the decades is a gradual process of erasure.

In the spring, tattered and emaciated Jews who had spent the war in the concentration camps to the east had begun to return. Those who had lost family members peered into the faces of these walking skeletons, struggling to find the people they were so sure they'd never see again. Sometimes, there were joyous reunions. Mostly, though, the survivors returned to find that everyone they loved had perished and that their reward for enduring hell was a renewed sense of loss and despair.

She wished she could grab the memories like lifelines and hold on before she went under. But she found them slippery, impossible to grasp.

I think that broken hearts heal. I think that perhaps the only way through that kind of pain is to move forward. I think that losing people you love changes you forever, but I think that God finds a way to let the light in.

And though grief weighed her down—she couldn't take a step without seeing Sister Maria Andrzeja's empty eyes—she also felt lighter, untethered at last from a past that had always been an invisible weight. She was not Jerusza's—she never had been, and she knew that now. But neither was she her German father's. She belonged only to herself, a dove of the dark forest, the forest that called to her now.

May I say something, too?" She hesitated, fighting the urge to look away from him. "I don't know much about these things. But I think that broken hearts heal. I think that perhaps the only way through that kind of pain is to move forward. I think that losing people you love changes you forever, but I think that God finds a way to let the light in.

it's terrible to see her slipping away. It's like standing on the deck of a boat, watching the waves suck someone under, and knowing that there's no life preserver to throw in.